“Don’t you think, Ray, that we could stay here till daylight? That would be better than to blunder around in the dark, and wear ourselves out, and perhaps break our arms and legs.”
Raymond stood without replying, and Sidney continued:—
“We can leave here just as soon as it is light enough to get down the mountain. We can go straight down, then, and it probably won’t be more than two or three miles. And I believe we’ll find water when we get there, Ray. It will be flowing in the mouth of the cañon, if anywhere.”
“Can you stay here till morning without water, Sid?” asked Raymond finally.
“I believe I can, because I think it’s the only thing for us to do. It will be hard, I admit. I would rather have a drink now than anything else under Heaven.”
Raymond threw his blankets down on the ground and began to unroll them without speaking.
“Won’t you eat a little bread first, Ray?” asked his brother.
“No; I can’t eat.”
“I think we ought to eat something, though. If we don’t we’ll be so weak by morning we shan’t be able to reach water. If we chew the driest part of the bread very thoroughly we can swallow it.”
“All right,” said Raymond dully; “give me a piece.”